" I knew he wasn't." Bernice wrinkled her nose and adjusted her tortoise shell glasses with both hands. "She was too old for him." Okay, they were bot... young?" Tina asked with a patience she didn't feel. "Like ... How old would you say?"Mona frowned. "Oh, it's so hard to tell with the darkies." About thirty, I think," Bernice said."No! They were younger than that." Mona glanced at her sister and then looked at Tina. "We only saw them out the window." Just for a second," Bernice agreed. "I. She cried at all the times she should cry, she smiled at all the rest. She tossed the bouquet, danced with her father, had a piece of cake, everything a girl was supposed to have at a wedding reception.And, to be honest, I was glad. Lorraine was as close to a kid as I was going to have. I'd known her since her conception and had been her 'Uncle John' her whole life. It was kind of nice that she - and Drew - were both acting like I was supposed to be in the family pictures and not in the. ‘Bulla Bulla,’ Glen would whisper and we lowered into the boats camo cover. Taking four rods and staking them around the john boat and covering it with camouflage netting. Making the boat a virtual duck blind on wheels, or afloat. Chucks would wait till the blast of the guns were sounded then shoot out his doggie hole made for his entering and exiting. The thought of a missed shot never entered his mind and rarely happened. And as for his retrieval abilities I can only recall a select few times. She reached up and cupped my breasts when I didn’t try to hide them. As she took a hold of my breasts, she pressed hers up against me, like she was trying to hide them. I reached down and slide my hands over her ass for the second time of the evening, running my hands to the bottom of the skirt, lifting it up, dragging my nails along her bare ass cheek. After I drag my nails along her cheeks, I open my fingers wide and cup as much of her thick cheeks as I can, kneading each cheek tenderly.I.